Adam Jones's eyes narrowed, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and this cold twist at the corner of his lips was particularly intimidating.
"Mistress?"
As he heard that word, the rage that sprang up in his heart could have burned these few people into ashes.
"My wife, whom I legally married, is just a mistress in the eyes of lowlifes like you?"
He laughed. He didn't deign to waste words with such scum, but he absolutely couldn't tolerate them treating his wife as a mistress.
"Go ahead and expose it, but before that, I'll remember the debt of this little beast injuring my wife."
Adam Jones continued to pull Elly Campbell away, but how could these people let them go? Several of them lined up, blocking Jones's path.
They hadn't expected this woman to be Adam Jones's wife, and they felt a moment of surprise.
Such a big shot was married, and there wasn't a single bit of news online—could the rich really be this low-key?
